User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act - Reboot/@comment-3474228-20130712031351

OOC: Gotta retain some of the magic that made it a beauty

General Dirg Lenter looks disdainfully at the body of the ferret beneath him before pulling his arrow out of the overturned creature's back. He turns to two of the four hares in his patrol and motions to the body. "Swift goin', Harley, Fordine. Git this body outta the dunes an' hidden." The young hares salute and drag the body off to towards the nearby forest.

General Lenter limps forwards and looks further along the dunes ahead. He shakes his head. "Danger is abroad in these parts, boys, ah feel it in me creaky bones." The two remaining hares chuckle and one pipes up.

"Y'wont 'ave any bones left if y'grow any older, sah!" Dirg delivers the young patroller a good cuff over the head and scoffs. "Back t'the mountain with you lot, huh, cheeky fellows." Suddenly, a cry is heard from the forest where Harley and Fordine had gone to deposit the body.

Dirg spins around with a fear in his eye as a memory of his past flashes into his head of his gruesome injury and of the four hares who died in front of his helpless form. He pulls his bow off his back and runs towards the forest. "On y'feet, lads!"

When the three arrive in a clearing past the outskirts of the forest, they find Harley an Fordine, two inexperienced fighters, surrounded by a group of at least 10 vermin. Dirg shoots one down immediately and quickly pulls out another arrow, narrowing his eyes. "Not this time, if I kin help it. On me!"